When I finally made it home I ran as fast as I could (not very fast) to the bathroom. By that time I was so tired I was grunting and my incredibly large stomach was aching. before I could make it to the scale my buttons burst off of my shirt and went every which way. I didn’t care, I had to reach the scale. When I got to the bathroom I was so glad I let out a sigh of relief, but when I looked in the mirror I was still getting rounder. I tried putting a foot on the scale, but the shock was yet to come. When my toe touched it the scale broke. I looked at it in shock before I passed out.

When I awoke, I thought it was all a dream. I was in my bed and I had just awoken. I tried to get up, but I couldn’t. After I sat up with much difficulty and looked at my belly. It was so round that my blankets slid off me. I goggled at the size of it, it was the size of a baby cow. At least it wasn’t growing anymore. I tried feeling my face, but when I saw my fingers I just gazed at them in horror. They had grown longer, but they were so fat that there was no space left between them. Then I noticed my toes. They were the size of an egg, each of them. My feet were so big that they stick out like logs. At this point my hair was even feeling fat. Well, needless to say I was shocked at this discovery, and I was on the verge of passing out again-it was Saturday, but what about when I had to go to school again?! I couldn’t go like this. I would have to come up with something, but now I had more important things to worry about. Like to find out why I was so incredibly fat!

I would have to come up with a plan to get outside and stay hidden, but I had to get skinny again at all costs! I went into the backyard without getting caught by my mom or my dad-if they saw me like this then they would pass out at the sight of it, luckily they were just in the kitchen talking. I was going into my clubhouse which my dad and I had built when I was little, to find something that would help. I had some difficulty getting there because I got stuck in every door I passed. When I finally got outside I looked for my collection of inventions. I invented one-of-a- kind things as a hobby. I looked through all of my inventions and I finally found something that would take me places and hide me at the same time. My first invention, the gyro-bubble. I built it out of spare parts which I found in the garage, you’d be surprised what my parents leave in there. I made it out of a metal ball with six remote controlled wheels which I got off of dad’s old go-cart, the only problem with it was that I couldn’t fit in it.

This was a serious problem, it would take me at least a day to fix it, and it would take even longer to rebuild it. Then I noticed something I hadn’t noticed before, there were only 2 parts to the gyro-bubble, the wheels and the bubble. All that was holding it together were six screws. being my first invention it had many flaws in it. I nearly laughed at myself, but I didn’t dare for fear people might hear me. It was so simple that it was nearly insane! I could just unscrew it and make a bigger (much bigger) bubble.

I finished it in a few hours, but when I looked up at the sky it was pitch black. I had lost track of time. Mom and dad must be worried sick about me. I rushed inside, but in my haste I got stuck in the door again. Only this time I couldn’t get out. At least now I had an excuse for not being home... but when mom and dad saw me they would be as shocked as an eel. I had to get out somehow, it was then I noticed a can of grease lying in a table beside me. If I could grease myself enough I would just slip out! I tried to reach the grease can, but my arms had grown about 1 foot shorter and there was no way I could reach it. I thought for a while and finally got an idea-I found long object on the ground, and I reached out with it and pushed the grease can forward enough so that I could reach it.

After I got the grease around me, I pushed as hard as I could and I was free. I now knew how to deal with doors, I carried the grease can with me and got through each door within 5-10 minutes. In an hour or so, I was on my bed and asleep. The next morning I awoke extremely hungry, but I knew that I didn’t dare eat too much. I was much to fat as it was. When I went downstairs, I poured myself a bowl of cereal. I was eating quietly when I heard my dad walk up behind me.

“So,” he said. “Been putting on a little more weight, have we?”. “Um..” I said. I didn’t know what to say, he had me cornered. How was I ever going to explain all this fat? I was beginning to turn red with embarrassment. “How in the world did you manage to get that fat?!” he said. “You must have gained 300 pounds at least!! Trust me, I know... I carried you up to your bed, luckily I didn’t break any bones!”. “So that’s how I got in my bed!” I said surprised... “I didn’t think your knew”. “Oh, your mother and I knew all right... we heard s loud crash in the bathroom and we see a 300 pound figure on the ground.” “What in tarnation did you eat?!?!” dad said. “Oh, and where WERE you last night?! You have lots of explaining to do.” “Oh, all right...” I said and told him my story which is the story you were reading before this point. About how I got fat, about my plan to cure it, and about how I didn’t like to be so skinny...

Afterwards dad just sat there and rubbed his chin. ”Hmmm...”he said.” your story doesn’t make much sense...” “What made you fat? And how do you plan to get skinny again?” he said. “well, I don’t really know yet, but I’m hoping today’s search will bring some clues to life,” I said.

I went out back and hopped in the gyro-bubble, I had taken a few hours making precautions so that no one would see me, but I could see them. Like windows where I could see out, but they couldn’t see in. I just had one problem-the gyro- bubble was remote controlled. I would need a pilot to control it from the house while I cruised around looking for clues-I couldn’t see all that much out of the windows because I had to make it so people couldn’t see in. So I couldn’t see all that well from the inside. I could barely manage to see where I was going in the gyro bubble, but it was the perfect way to look for clues because while modifying it, I put a little bit of high-tech stuff in it. I put a scanner system in it, a radar dish for tracking, a stealth device, which was hard, but the hardest thing of all was a seatbelt that would fit me.

My friend would help me if I told him what happened, but he’d scream when he saw me-I was beginning to feel more alone then you could imagine. I told myself that that was why I could never give up. I had to give it a shot, I dialed his number up and told him what happened. He sounded like he didn’t believe me, but he said he’d be over in a few minutes. When I saw his bike out front, I stuck a finger out the door and motioned for him to come here. When he saw the finger he just goggled and walked slowly to the door. I opened the door to let him in and shut it quickly. He just stared at me, no words came out of his mouth, but some came out of mine. “ Well, don’t just stand there, are you going to help me or not?!” I said enthusiastically. “Yeah, I guess so...it’s hard to believe this happened, I mean one day your skinny, the next your a-a-a...,” “Blob? ,” I finished for him. “Yeah, I noticed..,” “Now, take this remote control and this walkie-talkie-when I say the directions, move the controller in that direction and it will go in the direction you press,”. My friend wasn’t that smart until it came to how to operate a computer, it seemed that that was all he ever did now. He knew everything there was to know about them. He could do anything on a computer, but he didn’t know too much else.

“All right,” he said. “Start the engine,”. Even though he didn’t know too much anything else, his standards of “A little” were very high. “Starting engine,” I said. The gyro- bubble came to life and went slowly down the street. Even though I didn’t have control of where I was going, I could turn the engines on and off. “Engage thrusters,” my friend yelled through the walkie talkie. “Engaging thrusters,” I yelled through the walkie talkie. It was like the gyro-bubble was sleeping and it had just woken up. It roared to life, I activated the stealth system and went looking for the reason why I was so incredibly fat.

After two hours of searching our neighborhood, I gave up. I went home to see if I had overlooked something g on my radar, the only thing that seemed interesting was this red dot five clicks (five miles) away. Since it was the most interesting thing on the radar, I set off in the gyro-bubble again. My friend would have to go in an hour or so, so I didn’t have long. In thirty minutes or so, I would reach the red spot and find out what it was. This was the last chance I had of being skinny again in time for school. If I didn’t get skinny again, I would be laughed at so much that I knew I would turn redder then fire. I knew I shouldn’t worry about something as small as that, it was a small thing to worry about next to my blubber problem. At that moment, I felt a bit more cramped then I had before and I noticed I had grown a little bit more. I gazed at my belly and realized that if I didn’t get thin again soon, I would be so fat that I wouldn’t be able to walk period. My legs had gone from the fat logs to short, fat, pudgy things, there was no word to describe what they looked like now.

At that moment my gyro-bubble stopped and I was at the red spot. I looked at it in horror because the gyro-bubble was the same color on my radar, the red spot was a dump. Something in the dump must have made me this huge, so I went in to find out what. One of the workers there was not doing anything so I decided to try him, now I couldn’t just waltz up and say “Hi, I’m fat boy- do you know what made me fat?”. I had a better plan, one of the things I installed when I got home was a microphone. It was supposed to let me hear things from inside the bubble, but it worked both ways. I hid behind a heap of filth and said into the mike. “You are a bad worker, you did something to make a poor, helpless, defenseless kid FAATT!”. “How did you know?!” the worker said in surprise. “I thought it was a secret, who told you about that?!” . “No one told me, this is the voice of...of...” “Of who?” said the worker. Just then I may have had the best idea I was ever going to have. “this is the voice of God,” I said with a giggle. “G-g-g-God?” the worker stammered. “I’ve been good, I’ve been good! That spill was an accident, honest!” “I will forgive you if you tell me what you spilled and put a sample of it on the ground,” I said with an almost laugh. “Wait one minute now, why are you so interested in what I spilled? Prove to me you are God,” he said. At this I was fooled, I didn’t know what to do. I could stall a bit longer, he didn’t look very smart, and at that moment I wasn’t feeling all that smart either, so I used a dumb excuse. “Then how did I know you didn’t dispose of a fat making waste correctly?” I said. I felt like a fool after I finished the sentence, but he looked baffled and said “This is getting weird!” . I had used one of the dumbest excuses in the book and he still fell for it, I was beginning to feel like he wasn’t smart enough to know how to tell right from wrong! At that point, I had him. He ran away screaming, I was puzzled, if God appeared to me, I would be honored. He had left in such a hurry, that a piece of paper dropped from his pocket. It said:

Directions:
	Next spill into ice cream box at 10:00 A.M. Monday morning, rendezvous 
at the ice cream truck that carries the Mr. Fudgies bars, Cindy- hide behind
the hill and wait for my signal, then bring the Fat Juice to me. Bill creates a 
diversion while I pour a canister of the juice into an ice cream bar.  We’re so
close to getting rid of the horrible Fat Juice! BE THERE EVERYONE, We need to
dump as much of the it as we can!
P.S.-DON’T TOUCH IT! Pass this note on to the rest of Project Fat. 

I picked the note up and went home. I had to stop them from putting the Fat juice into more ice cream and making all the kids in the neighborhood as fat as whales, but how?

When I got home, I had a plan. Even though I would need help, I thought I could pull it off. I had half a day to prepare, it was about 2:00 P.M. I would need to rally the other neighborhood kids for a meeting. I told everyone the plan and we set off to make it happen.

When I got the entire neighborhood kids together, my friend and I were ready. My friend explained the situation. When he was done explaining the situation and the plan, another kid stepped out of the crowd. He was just a little bit thinner then me, but not by much.

“I am the result of yesterday’s ice cream, these men need to be stopped!” He said. “Here’s what we’ll do while we’re waiting, how many of you make straight A’s?” I asked. My friend and 5 other people answered. “Start working on an antidote right away, incase our plan fails,” . My friend went to work right away.

“The rest of us need to gear up, this mission is dangerous to the max, and you will probrally return as fat as I am- or fatter. This mission still needs to be done. Who is with me?!” I yelled. As I yelled that, it gave me a sense of pride, and to this day I still think that is what made the entire neighborhood raise their hand in the fight against the bad ice cream.

I was feeling so proud of myself, that when I got home I made a name for myself. I named myself Blubber Boy. It was a fitting name for me since I was so fat, but it sounded a bit embarrassing. I had tried a few other names like Fat Fighter and Round Roller, but Blubber Boy sounded the best.

Everyone had their part in my plan, we would stop the Fat Juice once and for all. I felt like I needed to be useful somehow, but I couldn’t think of anything. My friend was trying to find a cure, the bully was getting the ammunition, and I had already built the necessary inventions. Just then, my thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of the telephone. It was my friend, and he said he had bad news: “There is only one cure, and we need some Fat Juice to make it. It would take hours to make one drop, and that isn’t the only problem- The other ingredients are extremely rare, the only place they are found is in a sewer, or someplace really dirty. That would take courage, and none of us have that amount of courage,” he said. “Maybe we don’t, but an invention does,” I said. “Call ya back later,”.

I made an invention to track down the necessary ingredients, then sent it out. After it got back, it was pretty late, and I knew I’d need my strength for tomorrow. I looked up and saw it had every ingredient but Fat Juice. Then, with the last ounce of my energy, I sighed with relief and walked upstairs. I didn’t make it, I fell asleep on the floor ( which tells you how tired I was).

When I awoke in the morning, everyone else was already up and working. The bullies were filling water balloons, the geniuses were planning where the ice cream truck would arrive, the twins of terror were setting traps(they were called the twins of terror because they caused all sorts of trouble), and the older kids were helping the bullies load the inventions. I was guessing that they had taken the inventions from my backyard before I woke up. I got up and my friend came rushing out. “We now have every ingredient for the cure except the Fat Juice, we’ll need to save a sample,” he said. I looked at my watch. “We don’t have long I said,”. It was 9:50. I called to all the kids and pointed at my watch, everyone hid.

Just then, the ice cream truck pulled up as a lab worker jumped infant of it and pretended to be dead. A tattle-tail in the group nearly messed the entire plan up by trying to go tell on the lab worker. Five seconds later, and the plan would be underway. Just five seconds, but the tattle-tales could not hold themselves any longer. They ran out of our hiding place screaming at the ice cream man that it was a trap. They were going to mess everything up! Just then, the man from yesterday looked up, saw what was happening. He had been prepared for this kind of thing. “Carrie, Fire!,” he said. A middle aged woman stepped out of the bushes. I guessed she was about 30, but threre was no time for thinking about it. She was carrying a gun, and was ready to fire. The tattle-tales were running as fast as they could for safety, but found nowhere. The woman hesitated a second, then, before she could fire- a dirt bomb came landing down on her. One of the twins of terror threw it, and it found it’s mark. For a dirt bomb, you use all the things you use for a water balloon, except you add mud, leaves, tree bark, etc.... It landed on the muzzle of her gun. It splattered mud and dirt all over her, and it also gunked up her gun, but even that wasn’t enough to keep her from firing. The tattle-tales had nearly reached safety, but she was only seconds away from firing. They wouldn’t make it! I didn’t think she would, but she did. She fired.

Something must have been wrong with her gun, because all that came out were bits of muck and gunk from the dirt bomb. The tattle-tales had reached safety and were now cowering in fear. We had lost the element of surprise, the only way now was a full-out attack. Five more people jumped out of the bushes, they were all carrying a weapon of some sort. One made the mistake of jumping on to one of the terror twins’ traps. He was swallowed up by a large and gaping hole. The twins were smiling gleefully. “Those power shovels sure do the job,ehehehehehe,” said one of them. “Yeah!Yeah!,” the other twin said. “Terror Twins do baaadddd!” he said smiling maliciously. At that moment, I had noticed I had grown a bit more. If this didn’t stop, I would be the size of a baby whale!

The war was going well until they started using their weapons. We heard a loud sound, and our necks snapped up to look. One of the workers had fired his gun, he had missed, but barely. Just then, I had an idea. I collected five dirt bombs, and clogged their guns up. They couldn’t use them anymore. We had thought we had won, but they were going to use drastic measures. One pulled out a container and threw it at us. I recognized the liquid that was inside- Fat Juice. “RUN!” I shouted as the container full of the Juice broke open on the ground. It hit a kid, and he started to swell. We needed some Fat Juice to finish the cure, so I put some of the remains of the renegade liquid in a jar and set it down on the grass. Then I started to roll, not just roll, but spin as well. I collided straight into three people. there was only one person left, and that was the leader. He pulled out another gun from his pocket. “Stand back!” he ordered. We did as we were told, but as we were beginning to lose our hope, a dirt bomb collided down on his gun. It was the tattle-tales! They were still up in our hiding place where our stash of bombs was stored! His gun was now useless.

We still stood back, we were afraid of fighting an adult... That still didn’t stop the Twins Of Terror. They took a remote control out of their backpack and pressed a button, the ground opened up under the man’s feet. he fell in a pit filled with Fat Juice. Where it came from, I had no idea, but I was glad it was there. Then I remembered seeing canisters of Fat Juice beside the ice cream truck, the Twins Of Terror had outdone themselves! They had set a trap while we were fighting.

We looked down into the pit and saw a big balloon-like figure in there. The question was, what would we do with him... We ruled out calling the police: Who would they believe, him or us? We ruled out leaving him there: He had done some bad things, but now he was fat to, plus when someone found him, he would tell the police and they would arrest US. It was my friend who came up with the perfect idea: He was going to take a little ride in the gyro-bubble.

The kids helped him out, and tied him to a chair that was big enough to fit him. If the Fat Juice did what it did to a kid, you can imagined what it would do to an adult. I found the gyro-bubble and it’s controller, and I set to work making the adjustments. Meanwhile my friend was busy making the cure. That afternoon, all the kids in the neighborhood came and helped me. My friend had made the cure, and put a little bit in hid mouth so he would become thin again. He also gave the Fat Juice victims a little bit of the cure. We stuffed the man into the gyro-bubble, and I pressed a button on the controller which activated the metal strap-ins so he couldn’t get out. Then, I put my best creation yet to work- the transporter. I transported the gyro-bubble to a small island in the middle of the ocean, it was about 50 feet out there in the ocean, he wouldn’t bother us again. After he was gone, we all celebrated. At last, the Bad Ice Cream was gone, and we could once again to eat ice cream without growing super fat.

When I got home, I had realized it was Monday, I had played hookey! I could deal with my parents, but for now, I had a great feeling inside of me that wasn’t my fat.